I love time travel the most!

He fell onto Kobayashi.

...Is that really how it is?

He held Chunji's delicate body in his arms; her soft undergarments pressed tightly against his chest, and he could even feel her pounding heart.

"If you can't do it, don't force yourself. It's not like someone will always come to your rescue... Don't you agree, my meddlesome older sister who's been peeping from outside?"

Xiaolin looked up and shouted towards the door.

As the door was pushed open, a figure walked in.

She is an Amazon, and also a dancer; she is Aisha.

"You already knew."

"After all, I'm very sensitive to eye contact."

When Haruhime brought Kobayashi to the room, Aisha followed, looking quite worried, and hid outside the door to observe the situation inside.

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"Not at all, even awkward service can have its own unique charm."

"Hehe. So what do we do now? I already said, if you're not satisfied, I can keep you company."

"Thank you for your kind offer, but it's not necessary."

Kobayashi decisively refused the duel invitation.

Aisha had never seen such an unyielding man before, except for men with unusual fetishes. But would a man like this even come to the red-light district?

She asked instinctively, "You didn't come here for some other reason, did you?"

"How could that be? I'm just here to have fun."

Xiaolin quickly waved his hand.

Aisha didn't believe it at all and was convinced that Kobayashi had some purpose in coming to the red-light district. Otherwise, why would he keep making excuses if he was just here to have fun?

But none of this concerns her.

"I'm taking Haruhime away now."

"Never mind, let her sleep here."

"You don't have some kind of weird fetish, like sleeping with J..."

"No."

Kobayashi denied it with a smile, but his words were full of threat, so Aisha promptly shut up.

He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Didn't you say that if we don't treat her well, not only you and I will be in trouble, but this poor little one will also be punished? So let's just leave her here, which will create the illusion that we've succeeded."

"...Do as you please. Anyway, Chunji is yours tonight, so enjoy yourself."

Aisha turned and left.

Kobayashi looked at the fox-girl on his body.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was muttering something, as if she were having a nightmare.

His hands, imbued with a touch of magic, gently patted her back while humming a lullaby, a tune Aqua often hummed to lull him to sleep.

good results.

Soon Chunji relaxed her brows and fell into a sweet sleep.

……

...

Time passed little by little.

When Haruhime woke up, it was already morning.

The fox-girl was startled at first, but when she saw the small forest gazing out the window, her face turned pale. She quickly knelt down, bowed deeply, and apologized, her thick tail tucked into a ball.

"I...I am so sorry! I...I was so..."

"It's alright, it's alright. On the contrary, I should thank Miss Haruhime for letting me experience such a wonderful night."

Xiaolin's lips curled up slightly.

Chunji's cheeks flushed red instantly, and only then did she display the shyness and authenticity that a young girl should have.

"Speaking of which, the view from here is really limited."

"Ok?"

"I mean, from here you can only see the outer edge of Flower Street, you can't see anything beyond that."

"Yes……"

Kobayashi's words deeply stung Haruhime.

She had always longed to go out and see the world, but being confined in a brothel made it impossible for her.

"So, do you want to leave here?"

"Eh?"

"Tell me, Haruhime, do you want to leave here?"

"I want to leave!"

Kobayashi's question made Haruhime instinctively want to answer, but after realizing what she was doing, she opened her mouth and gave the following reply:

"I cannot do that."

She can't.

She was just a prostitute, a slave sold to the red-light district, and she had less than two weeks left to live.

Her fate was sealed.

Kobayashi looked her straight in the eye and said, "I think you've misunderstood, Haruhime. It's not a question of whether you can do it, but whether you want to."

"I am a prostitute."

"It doesn't matter."

"I am neither a princess who deserves pity, nor a pitiful witch who is about to be offered to monsters."

"That doesn't matter, none of these things matter."

"But……!"

"You still don't understand, Haruhime. If someone reaches out to me, I will grab it without hesitation. This applies to both those seeking help and those willing to help."

The high walls that Haruhime intentionally erected were constantly melted away by Kobayashi, constantly stirring up the desires deep within her heart and forcing her to confront her true self.

……

I don't know when it started, but the young lady who lived a secluded life in her boudoir had a dream.

—A young girl's dream of being rescued by a hero.

How wonderful it would be if, like in the world of the book, a hero could hold hands and lead a helpless young lady in distress to the world she longs for!

She thought about it all the time.

But even after she was driven from her home, abducted and sold into slavery, and became a prostitute to be defiled at will, none of her hopes came true.

Gradually, she closed herself off emotionally.

A mere prostitute is not worth saving.

Or rather, heroes shouldn't come to save lowly prostitutes, because that would stigmatize them.

However, when life is about to end.

A hero... a celebrated hero, reached out a helping hand to her.

He didn't care about her background and arrogantly asked her if she wanted to leave, forcing her to confront her true feelings.

So, do you want to? Or don't you?

"This concubine...this concubine...!"

Haruhime was too excited to speak, but her hand was already tightly gripping Kobayashi's hand.

Just like Kobayashi said: If someone reaches out to me, I will grab it without hesitation. Haruhime expressed her inner thoughts through her actions.

"Very good, I have received your request."

Xiaolin's lips curled up slightly.

Chapter 307 The Joy of Fighting Gods

The highest floor of the palace in the flower-lined street.

It was no longer a drafty room, but a more secluded reception room.

The interior features luxurious murals, carpets, and decorative items, as well as two velvet sofas placed across a table, and a bed set up in the corner.

The magic stone lamp hanging from the ceiling shone brightly, and the goddess sitting on the sofa was exhaling smoke, which mixed with the musk on the table to create a unique fragrance.

Opposite the sofa was Hermes, the god of high office, with a handsome smile on his face.

Ishtar exhaled a puff of smoke, her slanted eyes revealing her displeasure, and said, "You've really kept me waiting, Hermes."

"Sorry, sorry, as you can see, it was such an interesting thing, I was having so much fun watching it that I was delayed."

Hermes remained nonchalant, showing no sign of being offended.

Forget it.

Hermes' behavior is exactly what a god should do; it's not worth getting angry with them.

Ishtar thought to herself, "Never mind," and brushed it off with a smile.

Hermes asked with a smile, "Well, still in the mood for a chat?"

"I already told you, don't keep me waiting, get on with the important business!"

"How terrible, how terrible~"